the glorious days of my youth...

The 'glorious days of my youth' are flying past me, sitting in a grimy bus that rattles along the serpentine roads of Delhi towards Uttar Pradesh. The upside is that the FOUR hours i am in that bus are spent pondering over life with prachi. We've had many epiphanies, many revelations, many ideas - but sadly we've done nothing about it.

Nothing. While oily sardar kids from punjab make it big in NYC.

What will it take? October 1? Another bus ride?
Who knows.